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Our Father’s Cleft Motto

In the 130-degree-heat morning after a particularly brutal night of bombing, the teachers of Our Father’s Cleft (OFC) invited me to their staff meeting. Because of the extra expenses brought on from the heavy bombardment of the last few months, I knew the leaders of OFC had gone through the cash we left them last time…

A Year in the Life

  I was ambushed by love at church in Nuba. Lidia flogged me from behind shouting, “Kambalee! Kambalee, my sister, you have returned to me!”   I first met Lidia last year at Yida, the last-stop refugee camp in South Sudan—a barren stretch of desert. She’d told me she was from the Nuba Mountains of Sudan, and how…

Coffee, Oil of Olay, and Other Necessities of Life

Lual Atak, Romano, Eugenio, Ezekiel, and Dr. Allen left Nuba Mountains last Sunday, beginning their long journey home. They have spouses, young children, and ministries waiting on them. Originally, I was to go with this team who came in with me. However, as the days—and nights—wore on several things bore down upon me, calling me to…

Life May Be Like a Box of Chocolates, But Your Faith Shouldn’t Be

“Life is like a box of chocolates.” The famed line from “Forrest Gump” has become something of a mantra for our culture. Life is like a box of chocolates. You may not know what you’re getting out of it, but whether it’s filled with coconut or caramel, it’s still chocolate. As problematic as that worldview…

A Nighttime Rap on My Tent

There’s a fierce wind tonight. Clouds have come in, but it is not the season of rains. Instead this wind carries great veils of sand that furrow in the hairs of my body, between my toes, under my nails, and in the sockets of my eyes. Knowing the thin mesh would strain at least a…

Bombs Bursting in Air…

The Night: 9:09 p.m.: gunfire. 9:25 p.m.: several rounds of rapid fire. I remain flat on my back, counting an infinite number of stars through the mesh of my tent while listening to Lual Atak, Romano, and Ezekiel tell their war stories to Eugenio not three feet away. I click on the indiglo nightlight of my…

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From her camp in the desert Kimberly L. Smith pulls back the canvas of her tent to show us the good, the bad and the ugly of our world today…

Tomi Lee “T.L.” Grover, PhD Anti-trafficking consultant and founder of

Reading this book will propel us all beyond our self-imposed boundaries, to the ultimate risk of finding and following Christ’s call for our own lives.

Rev. Dr. Lauran Bethell Global consultant, Ministries with Victims of Human Trafficking and Prostitution

This is more than a well-written, powerful, and inspiring story… This book is contagious.

Dr. Gary Fenton Senior pastor, Dawson Family of Faith and Dawson Memorial Baptist Church

The greatest stories aren’t about undaunted characters who overcome their greatest foes but about unlikely characters who overcome their greatest fears. Kimberly Smith is one of those characters. And this is one of those stories.

Ken Gire Author of Moments with the Savior, Windows of the Soul, and The North Face of God

What you read in this book will be used of God to motivate you to action on behalf of vulnerable children around the world. In the process, as you walk with Kimberly, you may also find perspective, forgiveness and healing in your own life.

Randy Alcorn Author of Heaven and If God is Good

I read her book on the flight home. I began weeping in the first half hour and I was mesmerized and captured for 5 hours straight. The book haunted me.

Dr. Dan Allender Author of To Be Told and Founding President of Mars Hill Graduate School

Kimberly Smith voluntarily walks through the gates of hell. If you can read her accounts without being affected, you should check for a pulse.

Philip Yancey Author of What Good is God? and What's So Amazing about Grace

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